Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s so x’cited. Today’s is sis Dezi’s Gotchaday. I’s know mine’s Gotchaday was the bestest day of mine’s life, and I’s know sissy feels the same. But the truth is, I’s don’t know anythin’ ‘bout sissy’s special day. It happened long befur I’s was even born. We were all meowin’ and chattin’ it up last night and thought ‘bout all our new furiends that have joined us this last year. And well, we figger you purrobably don’t know how sissy got gotted either. So, we thought we’d re-play Dezi’s Gotchaday fur everypawdy. We hope you all enjoy our story.
Happy Gotchaday sissy.
Thank you sweety. It all started a few weeks earlier in November of 2009. Lexi and I had just lost her sweet brother Ransom. We were still grieving and altho’ I knew I needed to find another Service Cat to help Lexi, I just didn’t think I was ready yet. One day right before Thanksgiving a friend called and said they received word of a backyard Ragdoll breeder with a litter of 11 kittens that were near death. My friend was part of a dog rescue and didn’t know a lot about kittens. She also knew I would be looking for a new kitty soon, so she asked if I would come take a look at the kittens when they rescued them. Reluctantly, I said yes, just give me a call when she had them. The day after Thanksgiving she called and said they had 11 tiny kittens, please hurry.
Oh mommy, me was so scared. Me was the runt and was soooo sickly and small. Me had been put in a basket with all me’s littermates and shoved into a cage with bars. It was so cold. The peeps were all runnin’ ‘round and put some dishes in the cage with us. We didn’t know what to do with ‘em and one of me’s brofurs nearly drowned in one of the bowls. The peeps who kept callin’ themselves our rescuers thought we were much older than we really were. Me and all me’s littermates were so stinky. We had the runny’s and most of us had it on our bloomers. We all huddled up in a corner in the back of that cage and tried to sleep. Me wasn’t sure how many more times me was gonna wake up from me’s little naps. Me thought this might be me’s last nap. And amid all the stinch, me drifted off to dream what might be me’s last dream.
Me was lookin’ up at the sweet smellin’ lady that is mommy A.
Suddenly, me was jostled awake and put back in a basket with me’s littermates. Me was sooooooo cold and scared. Me heard slamming doors and then outta nowhere, me smelled the sweetest smell ever. Me tried so hard to get up to the edge of the basket to see where it was comin’ from, but me’s littermates kept pushin’ me back down. Me heard another door slam and then we were all poured out of the basket onto a really cold floor. Me’s littermates all huddled together and started playin’. But not me. Me wanted to find that sweet smell. Me didn’t know why, but me just knew ifin me could find it, everythin’ would be okay. Me’s eyes were a bit cloudy, they hadn’t been open fur too long and me still hadn’t learned to focus real well, but me thought me saw somethin’ in the direction of that sweet smell.
Me’s belly was all bloated out from the worms inside and made it hard to walk. But, me headed in the direction of the most divine smell me had ever smelled. As the sweetness got closer, me suddenly caught the smell of sadness and hurt. Ifin me could just get to the smells, maybe me could help. Me waddled on faster now. Finally, me hit a dead end right into the smells. Me wiped at me’s eyes tryin’ to focus better and then me reached up with me’s paw and started pullin’ me’s self up towards the warm sweet smell. Me had furgotten all ‘bout me’s littermates, me didn’t know where they were and didn’t care. Me finally reached a landing, some place flat, and laid down to rest. It was warm and smelled so sweet. Ifin this was me’s last nap, at least me would be warm.
And then, me felt the most luvving touch ever and was lifted up off me’s resting place. Me’s whole body felt warm and me felt safe fur the furst time ever. Me suddenly felt a heart beating strong and began to purr in rhythm. The sweet smell overtook the stench attached to me’s bloomers and me was no longer afraid. Then me felt a warm air next to me’s ears and the sweetest voice ever said, “You’re my destiny, and that’s what you will always be.” Hmmmmm? Destiny? Me didn’t know what that was, but ifin it always smelled so sweet and felt so warm, me was glad to be it.
Yeah sweety, I had had my heart broken so many times, I swore to be everything you needed, but I was never going to let myself completely love you. I told myself that I would and could give you a great life even tho’ I wasn’t going to get attached.
Me could sense you were hurting and sad mommy, but me just knew everything was going to be alright. Fur the furst time in me’s life, me wasn’t afraid anymore. The voice that had shoved me and me’s littermates into the basket asked the sweet smelling lady that was holding me tight to her chest ifin she was sure. She told her me was the runt and was even sicklier than the rest of the litter. Me’s cloudy eyes saw hands bringing over me’s littermates one at a time and even saying which were their favorites. The gentle hands that held me never let go. They continued to cradle me next to the warm beating heart and the sweet voice said again, “No. She is my destiny, and perfect in every way.” The gentle hands put me on a big soft blanket and out into the big open air. Me could smell all kinds of things now, but me kept focusin’ on the sweet smell that had cradled me and made me feel safe.
We drove fur what seemed like furever, and at one point me fell into a deep sleep and stopped breathing. Me awoke to the sweet smelling lady cradling me and blowing hot air into me’s face. We finally arrived at a place that the sweet smelling lady said was to be me’s furever home. And she told me that she would be me’s furever mommy. And that me never had to be afraid again. Me was right, Everything was gonna be okay.
And I fell madly and deeply in love with you darlin’. Dezi and her littermates were not quite 3 weeks old when they were rescued. They were covered in fleas and had tape worm. The breeder had been dosing them with over the counter round and hook worm treatments daily for the last week. There was speculation that the breeder had also used an over the counter flea treatment on them as well. Needless to say, the whole litter was near death from dehydration and diarrhea, and no closer to being worm free than the day she started treating them. Dezi almost died 3 times on our way home, but with love, patience and proper treatment, she survived, and thrived; and quickly fell into her role as Service cat and helper to Lexi. And the vow I made to never love another quickly faded each time I looked into her blue jean diamond eyes. Dezi saved me as much as I saved her and maybe even more so.
Dezi, the day you chose me to be your mommy, was one of the best days of my life and something I’ll never forget. You are and always will be my angel, my sweet sweet Deztinee. Happy Gotchaday beautiful. I love you very much. More than anything in the universe.
Me luvs you mommy.
Fank you mommy, me luvs you more than anythin’ in the universe. Me luvs you too Raena. And fank you to all me’s pawsum furiends. Me is so very blest to have all of you in me’s life. Me also wants to Fank awnty Vonda fur me’s Gotchaday duck noms, and uncle Pete, Timmy, Einstein, Fitz, Rumpy, Buddy, Toby and Buttons fur me’s card and the green papers. Me is one blest kitty girl!!!
Fanky fanks sissy. I’s luvs you too. I’s so fanky fankful you and mommy found each other. We really are blest kitties. Happy Gotchaday to you, sissy. We also wanna wish everypawdy a very happy and blest Fanksgivin’. We’re gonna go now and start the Gotchaday luvs fest. We do hope you enjoyed hearin’ sissy’s Gotchaday story, I’s sure did.
Till the next time…………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Mommy A: Black
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses